Blowing Chunks

New Year's sucked, but not for trying. Why? Because men suck. I looked incredible, and it was so wasted. This one guy - cute, a doctor - had no balls and couldn't make a fucking decision about whether or not he wanted to meet in person. Um, dumbass, you posted an ad! Apparently he was just feeling things out. Well, his indecision led me to scramble for alternate plans. He then said he'd try to meet up but when the time came to call me, he didn't. Good for me that I didn't bother going to the place where I initially said I was going (but in retrospect I wish I went because the music would have been better) because he probably wouldn't have shown up. If he did show... well, mate, that's just too fucking bad. Grow some gd balls. I ended up missing my train not once but twice. The first one I'll blame on him since he didn't call me until fucking 8pm and still was hemming and hawing about going out. The second was purely my fault. This other guy posted on strictly platonic but takes forever to get around to making some sort of commitment. Then he doesn't even commit to going out with me, as he gets it in his head that he wants to hit up some loft party where you bring your own drinks. Uh, no. So that didn't work out. Of course, there is the usual round of unattractive men and freaks. Le sigh. And then there are all the dudes that probably should have specified that they wanted an SWF. Another Le sigh. Picture sent down the cyberspace drain... One guy was probably just out to manhandle me. Good thing I wasn't busty enough for him, I think. After I sent a full body shot of my fairly athletic but not heavily endowed body, I could have sworn I heard crickets chirping. I think I dodged a bullet with that one. This one guy sounded really cool, and I told a lot of guys no so I could go out with him. He's from Amsterdam, and while he may not be my type, he sounds pretty interesting and we could at least be friends. He got a call from friends and hung out with them. We'll probably go get drinks in the future, though. Another guy I wasn't really attracted to, but he sounded nice. May get drinks or coffee with him too. I told him no for the dutch guy. Le sigh again. Another guy is straight up crazy in the sense that he chose to do the "midnight run" through Central Park. He was more commenting rather than really responding to my ad. Good luck, indeed. I needed it, apparently. So what happened? I ended up in Times Square, freezing my ass off. I did see the ball drop, and that was nice. I then froze my ass off in line at the China Club, only to be bored to tears or accosted by short/unattractive men, one of which had major B.O., and to have my highly overpriced drink spilled by yet another asshole. Fuck. This could, quite possibly, be my worst New Year's ever. I can't think of when I've had a worse time with more frustration on this fucking holiday. I normally enjoy this holiday but this one seriously blew chunks. I hope you all had a better time of it than me, because I wouldn't wish this experience on anyone. Happy GD New Year. I seriously hope that this is not indicative of how my year is going to turn out, because I'll be seriously depressed if it is.